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After receiving the news from Zheng Yuan, Zhong Qiao was also a little confused.

Scroll forward and the chat history between the two is also blank.

She was a little confused and didn't plan to reply to this message. Instead, she clicked on a small group of four people and replied: [Yes. ]

Wen Suyi: [No wonder I thought that kid looked a lot like you before. ]

Peng Li: [? ? ? ]

Qi Fei: [? ? ? ]

Peng Li: [Why haven't I seen it? ]

Qi Fei: [Why haven't I seen it? ]

Wen Suyi: [When she was rehearsing a play, her husband and son came to pick her up once. I glanced at her from a distance, and I thought to myself at the time, I thought this was my biological son if I didn't know.]

Zhong Qiao Some couldn't help but laugh.

Fu Yanchen turned around expressionlessly to change into pajamas and dry his hair.

After washing his hair, there was no styling. The broken hair on his forehead hung down naturally. He lowered his eyes slightly and grabbed some hair along with the hot wind.

The eyes covered by eyelashes looked like the mountains and ridges were covered with a thin layer of snow.

Zheng Yuan, he was thinking about this name.

At that moment, my mind recalled the more revealing conversation the two had on the balcony that day.

"——We should have talked about it."

If we have talked about it, we have talked about it. If we have not talked about it, we have not talked about it.

What does "should" mean?

He didn't care much at that time, but now when he tasted it, his chest felt a little tight.

-

Zhong Qiao didn't reply to Zheng Yuan's message until the next day.

Before replying to the message, she pretended to talk to Cheng Shu accidentally, "Mom, Zheng Yuan sent me a message yesterday."

Cheng Shu was burned by a mouthful of hot tea and frowned, "Why did he suddenly come to you? "

"He asked me if I would be free tomorrow, or today to be precise."

Cheng Shu's expression was a little subtle, "How did you reply?"

"You haven't replied yet." Looking at Cheng Shu's reaction, Zhong Qiao had a rough idea. Guessing, he said tentatively, "I don't know how to respond."

"Let me think about it."

Cheng Shu thought for a moment.

My daughter and Zheng Yuan have grown up together since childhood.

Back then, Zheng Yuan would come to his aunt's house to play during the winter and summer vacations.

The two families are next-door neighbors, so the children naturally play together.

Later, for some reason, Zheng Yuan came over to play more and more frequently, and her attitude toward her daughter became somewhat solicitous. Both she and Zheng Yun sensed that something was wrong, but they did not interfere in the affairs between the children.

They are very tolerant of these things and think it is good if they do not delay their studies.

During that time, when she looked at her daughter, she also felt a bit sweet like a passionate love period, and thought the two were talking.

Later, in the second semester of her senior year of high school, she accidentally saw Zheng Yuan holding a large bouquet of roses with her daughter downstairs.

She took a few more glances curiously.

After her daughter went upstairs, she made a special observation and found that her daughter's expression was dull and she did not look happy at all.

She asked a lot, "Zheng Yuan gave you flowers, aren't you happy?"

"Why are you happy?" Zhong Qiao took out a bottle of iced Coke from the refrigerator and drank it, "He just confessed to me. , but I didn't like him, so I politely refused."

Cheng Shu said "Oh" regretfully, thinking it was a petty quarrel between the children, and didn't take it seriously.

However, Zheng Yuan never had a girlfriend for many years, which made his parents and Zheng Yun anxious to death.

Later, on Chen Ping's birthday, Zheng Yun drank too much and said to her, "This child is probably still thinking about Yaoyao."

Although Zheng Yun did not say that Zhong Qiao had delayed her nephew's intention, she listened coldly. At such a sentence, Cheng Shu felt very subtle.

Thinking about that scene now, I feel my heart tightening.

Zheng Yuan, this kid, really has nothing to say to his daughter. It is really rare for young people to be so affectionate nowadays.

It's a pity that the daughter doesn't like each other, and now she's married and has a child, which is actually a troublesome thing.

She sighed, "Zheng Yuan is a very good kid. Go see him and tell him clearly. Leave early and come back early..."

Cheng Shu originally wanted to call Yan Chen up.

But she remembered that Zheng Yuan seemed to work in an Internet company.

In other words, they are in the same industry as Yanchen.

Although her son-in-law had a calm and low-key image in front of her and Lao Zhong.

But to be able to start from scratch and achieve this level of career, he is definitely not a simple person inside.

The more such a person is, the more unpredictable he is.

With his son-in-law's current social status, Zheng Yuan's career is just a matter of his words.

Cheng Shu didn't want to make things so complicated. It would be bad if the relationship between the two families would become tense.

After much thought, she changed the second half of the sentence to, "It's best not to tell Yanchen, in case he misunderstands."

Zhong Qiao was stunned for a moment, "Okay."

Cheng Shu looked around and saw the room. There was no one else, so he asked gossipingly, "Did you really not like Zheng Yuan back then?"

Zhong Qiao frowned, as if thinking.

She might have been able to answer this question a few months ago.

But now, she really couldn't remember anything. She could only make a rough estimate. She probably didn't like him. Otherwise, why didn't she fall in love?

She shook her head.

After so many years, the point of puppy love has long passed.

There is no need for her daughter to hide it from her.

But...

"The state you were in back then was so brilliant that it looked like you were in love. If it wasn't Zheng Yuan, could it be someone else?" Cheng Shu narrowed her eyes slightly and said with a smile, "Yao Yao, did you have a relationship in high school? Love?"

Zhong Qiao shook his head again.

The suspicion in my heart was confirmed. In order to prevent Cheng Shu from continuing to ask questions that she couldn't answer, Zhong Qiao quickly changed the subject, "Then I will reply to Zheng Yuan's message and go out to meet him in the afternoon to clarify it."

-

The coffee shop Zheng Yuan made an appointment with is next to an artificial river. .

This area is a famous tourist attraction in Yanjing. But it's still off-season, so there aren't many people there.

In the entire coffee shop, apart from Zheng Yuan, there was only the table of foreign tourists by the window.

This is also a relatively private place chosen by Zheng Yuan considering Zhong Qiao's celebrity status.

There have been few customers recently, so everyone in the store, including the waiters, has an impression.

For example, that gentleman in a dark gray coat has been waiting here for more than an hour.

He came here around noon, ordered some desserts, refilled his cup of coffee, and sat here for a long time.

When the waiter went to take orders for the foreign tourists at the table, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the man's glass was empty again, and asked thoughtfully, "Sir, do you need a refill?"

"No, thank you." Zheng Yuan He glanced at the time and said, "Please help me clear the table. When my friend comes, I can order again."

"Okay." The waiter packed up the things on the table, returned to the ordering area, and continued boringly. Waiting for guests.

Ten minutes later, a woman with an excellent temperament wearing a cap and a mask walked into the store, looked around, and then went in the direction of the gentleman just now.

When Zhong Qiao arrived, it was five minutes later than the time they agreed.

There was some traffic jam on the road, and a phone call with Fu Yanchen delayed some time.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Zheng Yuan smiled warmly, "It's okay, I've just arrived."

The waiter was about to go over to help them order when they heard the sentence "I've just arrived too."

He sighed secretly, what a graceful man.

They ordered two lattes and some desserts.

Waiter: "Okay, wait a minute."

After the waiter left, Zhong Qiao took off his mask and asked, "Why are you asking for me all of a sudden?"

Under the table, Zheng Yuan clenched his fists nervously.

In front of him was the person he had been secretly in love with throughout his teenage years, still as radiant as ever.

After not seeing her for several years, she seemed no different than before, and everything seemed to have changed.

Today, she is married and has children, and her family is happy, at least, that's how it appears.

Zheng Yuan: "Are you still living a happy life?"

Zhong Qiao looked at him quietly, without any emotion on his face.

But I felt weird inside.

Especially when Zheng Yuan is very unfamiliar to her.

Hearing the footsteps of the waiter coming over, Zhong Qiao put his mask back on in order to reduce unnecessary trouble.

After waiting for everything to arrive, she took off her mask again. She took an awkward sip of coffee and continued the topic, "It's good."

"That's good."

It was obvious that the two had such a good relationship before, but now they had nothing to say when they met. speak.

It really complied with that sentence. If you fail to express your love, you are worse than a stranger.

The person he met when he was young was so amazing that it took ten years for him to come out.

Zheng Yuan smiled with relief, "I called you out today to say goodbye to my old self. I'm getting married."

Zhong Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought it would be some bloody drama when she came here, but so far, it was much better than she imagined.

"Then bless you!"

Cheng Shu said that Zheng Yuan is a very good person, but he is stubborn and can't let go of her. He has not been in love for nearly ten years.

Zhong Qiao estimated that this should be the peach blossom debt of the original owner.

But she has gone through it now. For her, ten years of love is too heavy and she can't bear it at all.

It's naturally a good thing if the other party can come out.

Zhong Qiao has filmed a lot of love scenes, but acting is different from reality.

She also had little experience in dealing with this kind of relationship. She felt that the four words were a bit dry, and she was thinking about whether to say a few more words.

Fu Yanchen's video call suddenly came over.

I don't know what's going on today, but Fu Yanchen makes a video call from time to time.

I've never seen him so clingy before.

At this time, it was a bit unsuitable to answer, so she pressed reject first and typed a few words: [Wait a minute, something is going on right now. 】

After chatting with Zheng Yuan for a while, Zheng Yuan left before dinner. Zheng Yuan showed a sense of restraint and did not make another dinner appointment. He only asked, "Are you driving?"

Zhong Qiao: "Yes."

Zheng Yuan smiled. Next, "Then... I'll let you know during the wedding, if you and your husband are free."

Zhong Qiao responded with a smile.

Back in the car, she dialed Fu Yanchen's video phone.

When the video was about to end, he picked up.

"I was chatting with a friend just now. It's not convenient to answer the phone. What's wrong, husband?"

On the other side of the video, Fu Yanchen leaned on the back of the chair with a cigarette between his fingers. The white smoke floated upwards, blurring the darkness under the lenses. Eye color.

The ashtray on the table was half full of cigarette butts, all of which were smoked after she hung up on him.

Fu Yanchen dusted off the cigarette ashes and slowly swept her face from top to bottom, "Nothing, I just happened to be free."